I've got just the place for fish.... and looking down at his rented shoes, John headed to Sun Market, most were familiar with it, sitting on the edge of a strip mall where "Tropicana foods" used to be.
He went in and headed straight towards the back, whole fish with their eyes still in them sat in their crates, and John grabbed two of them, while other customers with their childen in tow sitting in hand-reachable carts spanned their hands out in plain view, touching the fish and their scaley backs. In the middle of the market stood the Lobster crates, small aquariums that were also dangerously low, sat along the deli section. Lobsters barely moving, with their eyes making out as attenaes; observing these children, who plucked their glasses and "tinged" them, awaking them from their habitual sleeping hour.
"Putting together an arraignment of food? Are we Jenks?" thought John, and with that he headed to veggies section with veggies that were Asian, with foreign names; unrecognizable to any American eyes. This market was filled with Mexican bakery goods, tofu, bamboo shoots in cans, everything you could think of in plastic or glass jars; kimchee, sour pickles, sour vegetables, sitting in their sour liquid jars.
Long aisles of assorted candy, candy not-so-sweet for the American teeth, candy that consisted of jellies and things. Little stalls where you can buy rice wrapped in banana leaves or sesame seed balls. John picked out a few assortments of these to go along with Jenks' fish.
Earlier post on Jenks